"NYC" lyrics
Let's do it
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Goddamn
Ooh
Shit, yeah
(Ooh, this that rap rap, damn)
Hoo
Why these bitches keep on calling me?
I can't get these hoes off of me
She said that she dance, she came from Bali
She said this her first time that she in the D, uh
She said she got people stay in Italy
I told her she could be anything she wanna be
Just spent a whole damn arm and leg on this new Y-3
Can't wait to take another trip to NYC
I keep one in the head, man
Big two-three like LeBron James
Get too close, I'ma violate you
My big bro, he a pie maker
My big bro, he a pie scraper
I can stack me a lot, can't I?
I just love that Wocky flavor
Mix it with the red my favorite
Pussy, damn, the head my favorite
Keed, money fetish lately
Keed, money fetish lately
Keed, money fetish lately
Interception, Champ Bailey
I can't stay up out them streets
This lil' bitch the one for me
I just hit that dope with a one, two, three, ah
Hit him and his bitch with some.223's, ah, ah
I really ran through a hundred racks, 2016, 2017
I had to go bool on the West, it got real hot on the East
I just flushed three hundred so fast, it was me and Leaky
I got real savages right there on Linwood and Pingree
I drop a nigga off real quick to your ho so she get real fleeky
We gon' run through this whole damn zip, just me and Petey
I know this ho can't (Bitch)
Suck the whole dick with the boss game (Freaky bitch)
She sucked the dick good, suck it fast, yeah, I tell a ho, "Pause, damn" (Freaky slut)
I'ma beat a lil' nigga ass, no slams, nigga, all hands (Dumb nigga)
Aw, man (Aw, man)
Aw, damn (Aw, yeah)
My dawgs down the way with the shit, nigga, yeah, I'm talkin' all grams
Comin' back, yeah, nigga, all bands (Bitch, uh)
We pour the drank just to toast it
Whip out a thirty piece on 'em (Whip out a thirty piece on 'em)
I got a thirty stick on me (I got the thirty stick on me)
I made it all by my lonely
I can't control your bitch
What she doin' is not my business (She suckin' dick)
Why these bitches keep on calling me?
I can't get these hoes off of me
She said that she dance, she came from Bali
She said this her first time that she in the D, uh
She said she got people stay in Italy
I told her she could be anything she wanna be
Just spent a whole damn arm and leg on this new Y-3
Can't wait to take another trip to NYC
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Goddamn
Ooh
Shit, yeah
(Ooh, this that rap rap, damn)
Hoo
Why these bitches keep on calling me?
I can't get these hoes off of me
She said that she dance, she came from Bali
She said this her first time that she in the D, uh
She said she got people stay in Italy
I told her she could be anything she wanna be
Just spent a whole damn arm and leg on this new Y-3
Can't wait to take another trip to NYC
I keep one in the head, man
Big two-three like LeBron James
Get too close, I'ma violate you
My big bro, he a pie maker
My big bro, he a pie scraper
I can stack me a lot, can't I?
I just love that Wocky flavor
Mix it with the red my favorite
Pussy, damn, the head my favorite
Keed, money fetish lately
Keed, money fetish lately
Keed, money fetish lately
Interception, Champ Bailey
I can't stay up out them streets
This lil' bitch the one for me
I just hit that dope with a one, two, three, ah
Hit him and his bitch with some.223's, ah, ah
I really ran through a hundred racks, 2016, 2017
I had to go bool on the West, it got real hot on the East
I just flushed three hundred so fast, it was me and Leaky
I got real savages right there on Linwood and Pingree
I drop a nigga off real quick to your ho so she get real fleeky
We gon' run through this whole damn zip, just me and Petey
I know this ho can't (Bitch)
Suck the whole dick with the boss game (Freaky bitch)
She sucked the dick good, suck it fast, yeah, I tell a ho, "Pause, damn" (Freaky slut)
I'ma beat a lil' nigga ass, no slams, nigga, all hands (Dumb nigga)
Aw, man (Aw, man)
Aw, damn (Aw, yeah)
My dawgs down the way with the shit, nigga, yeah, I'm talkin' all grams
Comin' back, yeah, nigga, all bands (Bitch, uh)
We pour the drank just to toast it
Whip out a thirty piece on 'em (Whip out a thirty piece on 'em)
I got a thirty stick on me (I got the thirty stick on me)
I made it all by my lonely
I can't control your bitch
What she doin' is not my business (She suckin' dick)
Why these bitches keep on calling me?
I can't get these hoes off of me
She said that she dance, she came from Bali
She said this her first time that she in the D, uh
She said she got people stay in Italy
I told her she could be anything she wanna be
Just spent a whole damn arm and leg on this new Y-3
Can't wait to take another trip to NYC
